"brining" poems
Hello my star-crossed lover
I’ve wondered how you’ve been
I can’t stop thinking of you,
You were my best friend.
I hate, I had to do it
It was my only way
To see what else is out there
To find myself someday.
Hello my star-crossed lover
I think of you too much
I can’t help but want you
Within my grasping clutch.
I hate, I had to do it
To let you go away
You were so much to me,
I had to find my way.
So here we go again,
From hello to goodbye
I don’t want to see you go
To let our time go by.
I know it’s got to happen,
That will be here someday
And wonder where it all went
If it was worth the pain?
Hello my star-crossed lover
I’m here to tell you what,
I’ve never once forgotten
Your very precious touch.
How I’d love to tell you
That“I have found my way”
but that’s not happening
No, not today.
So I’ll see you someday
On the horizon
With the sun glowing
Brining hope again.
-ALC November 22, 2016
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
i remember meeting you in the back of house, where your words were loose and wild. i was brining some guests plates in that needed to be cleaned after their meal. i got to talking with some coworker about some
bull **** coworkers talk about, probably complaining about some old lady who wanted truffle fries and only got regular fries. you had to chime in when there was a cadence with some ********** comment to display your manliness and status amongst your kitchen staff. that game always seemed counterproductive to me. you pinned me for someone i wasn't. i did the same to you. somehow along the way, between all your lewd remarks, we became friends. i believe it began over our affinity for the Buffalo Bills. You said you liked them because they were the underdogs and you hated the Miami Dolphins. I told you they were my hometown team and you said "no **** get the **** outa here. You're from Buffalo?" the way you said it lead me to assume you were from New York. You told me you were from upstate and missed it. I told you how much time my family spent up there in the summers, doing outdoorsy things. burning fires, drinking beer underage, walking barefoot through the forrest. we bonded. we learned a lot more about each other. you were divorced and knew that you could never love another woman as much as you loved your ex. she gave you two beautiful kids. she also took 3/4 of you paycheck and left you for broke. the rest you drank away with me when our shifts were over. you told me about your drug habits, and i told you about mine. i told you about my childhood and you said you were sorry. i helped you drive your kids to school when your ex wife was too busy. we got drunk and shot so much **** there was a chip on your shoulder. there was a chip on mine too. i got to see you cry when i accused you of using again. i think you knew what i said was true. i came down on you hard because i had just lost two jobs, a girlfriend i thought would have my children, and someone that lived in your apartment complex crashed into my brand new car while i was waiting on you. we were on the way to get your kids from school. you knew i meant well but i could see the guilt in your eyes. i helped you with your kids a handful of times after that. we would get breakfast after and talk about work and women. after work we'd get ****** and eat at some small Mexican stand in 90 degree weather. i fell asleep at the wheel and totaled my car some time later. shortly after i left for tour and then you died. some secrets you take to the grave. thank you.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
To Love You Is To Wake Up Every Morning
And Feel The Burden Of Emptiness
Watching An Void Linen Field
Empty Since The Beginning Of Time
To Love You Is To Close My Dark Wings
Upon The Emptiness Of Space
Listening To Mute Echo Of The Soul
Shouting To The Deaf Surrounding Darkness
To Love You Is To Fill Two Cups
With The Finest Black Nectar
Degusting The Bitter Fluid From the First
Imagining A Lipstick Mark fading on The Second
To Love You Is To Go On Day By Day
Learning To Forsake The Oppressive Present
Hoping The Gods Will Take Pity On The Resilience
Making Each Day A Footstep Brining You Closer
To Love You Is To Come In An Empty Home
Silently Opening The Door Of The Tomb
Being Afraid Of Re Discovering
The Loneliness Of Solitude
To Love You Is To Assume A Myst Form
Flying Across The Entangling Realms
To Finally Reach A Sanctuary Of Peace
Where I can Wrap You In A Comforting Haze
To Love You Is To Light Up Dancing Flames
A Seeing You Smiling At Them
Elemental Creatures Tangling In Joy
Pale Reflection Of A Past Long Gone
To Love You Is To Re Corporate
The Decaying Envelop Of My Existence
Hanging On The Frail Hope
That You Felt My Eternal Love
To Love You Is To Finally Accept Morpheus Call
Which Will allow Me To Survive To the Next Dawn
Dreaming That A Unforeseen Event
Will Forever Break The Infernal Cycle Of Separation
Warlock 12/2012
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
I will reach
Beyond
The stars
Brining back a
Handful
Of clouds
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
A drip of sadness starts to
Seep through the gaps
Of our existence and
Follow shadows, wraps
Around your footsteps and
Blinds the eyes we hold.
Brining us together in a unity of
Fallen tears that blindfold us
Humanity, standing forth broken
In a dark place that we don’t wish
To be, where our spoken words mean
Nothing.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC
I turn and look at you
And I speak my peace, urging you to leave all you secondary notions at the door
Patiently waiting at the turn style for some one who I know will never show up
Because he is already here
He is me
He is everyone
A genius
Another futuristic constructuralist
Studying equations
Where the answers lies in eternal joy
The difficulty to burn and the ease to understand
Only separated by patience and time
Overthrown and renewed
Refurbished
Barking dogs crafted from jade kissing your palms, bursting through parlor doors smoking on a long stemmed pipe
Writing in blood with a raven-wood quill
And a distraught agonizing yelp echoes in the library
Denouncing the existence of love
Brining what is mistaken as such to surface
Gain, satisfaction, self esteem and companionship
Love is up for redefinition
Bargains and betrayal
Vacations in plains never explored
Taking trains filled with ridiculous faces
Stark raving madness with clarity
Disapproval of sonnets of old that now in the new age are no longer suitable for the forward thinking minds
Necessary brashness
Eminent affection
Everlasting adoration of the suns embrace
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
I give her my jacket knowing when she’s gone
It will still smell like her hugs
Putting my arm around her shoulders is more honest
Than when I raise my arm to the square
I don’t know where she is going in life
But I wouldn’t mind if it were the same place I was
The wind blows silently when she is speaking
Because even the flowers want to listen
If her smile were a disease, I would gladly infect myself
Especially if there were no vaccine
My chest is an air mattress when her head rests against it
I don’t mind when it deflates, brining her a little closer
Even in the winter I can smell fresh-cut grass
And it brings back memories I wish she were a part of
If I were made of mirror, when she looked at me
She might understand why I stare
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
A drawing on paper meant for
the skin, a picture brought to life
in colour. Inked on the flesh a
meaning of words, that means
something special to that someone
about something.
In black and white shaded in parts
colours brining a drawing to life on
naked skin.
Ink of the artist a needle instead of
the pen, etched in to the skin a drawing
takes shape shaded beauty the skin a
canvas only the person picks the part
for the artist to fill in.
Each a unique moment now frozen,
ink on the body an art form on the
parts chosen for a new journey to begin.
Now there for the rest of there life,
never to fade a reminder of the artist
and the ink he or she put in.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
the only word to truly describe me. the most perfect representation of who i am. on the outside i look like a human with regulating emotions but on the inside i am nothing but a ball of numbness.
any feeling of happiness, excitement, sadness or anger vanishes almost as quick as it appears. the only one who truly stays is numb. my best friend.
this saddened numbness plagues my mind like an infestation, she built a home and refuses to leave without a fight. a fight i have tried to win many of times yet always lose no matter the battle strategy or number of soldiers.
my army is no match for numb. numb fights on her own as her mere presence is enough to obliterate me on the battlefield that is my mind.
i say she is my best friend but i do not like her. she tricks me into keeping her around by brining comfort along with her. comfort and numb don’t mix well. numb has also tricked comfort.
i don’t know what else to do. gather more soldiers or let numb invade.
Dec 9, 2021
Dec 9, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
There are hallways
and there are rooms.
Roads connecting to homes.
Paths leading to villages.
Vacant spaces brining me to nowhere.
Veins are lines on a map,
we are more than just bodies.
We are unfolded pieces of paper
creased in the corners with relevant urge.
With crests and valleys composed of experiences
and dreams
and adventure.
I have yet to unfold.
Doors whisper,
they invite you in.
So many locks and keys
and treasure chests full of passion
of determination
of unwavering will.
I’m locked and no key has ever fit.
Footsteps are history in the making.
Artifacts.
Proof of the reason you stayed;
the reason you left.
The carved sand along the shore
making you wonder if they are running away
or going home.
I turn to only find my shadow.
Maps full
of all these hallways and rooms
and reasons
and unopened treasure chests.
Missing keys and ghostly whispers
before every door
and I begin to wonder
whether or not I was begging please
to the slurring headlights down the midnight road
or to somebody who could save me.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
At last the summer sun had disappeared, brining darkness.
The rats could sense excitement in the air amongst the cold hearts,
Rushing to their hiding place under the sewers for safety.
Moving beyond the shadows for the first time in hours
Soothed the stressed feeder, breathing in the cool air.
A different smell lingered in the air this night, a sweeter smell,
One of roses and blood; the next feast for his parched lips.
Silently he strode, out into the night-time fever,
Prowling amidst his prey, seeking the weakest out.
At last he spots her, walking under a empty streetlight,
Swaying with the flow of the blood round her veins.
The tight red corset brought forth the lustful hunger within him,
Threading its evil through the darkness of his black, bloodless soul.
One swift movement brought him into her grasp, clutching at her,
Embracing the warmth of the living kind, chocking her lifeless.
The piercing knifes sliced the bloodstream; flowed freely out,
Into the dying human, cursed forever to be the nightmare.
A shout is heard. Turning, quickly fleeing, he fly’s of into the dark,
Leaving the body to fall under the red moonlight
Dec 27, 2009
Dec 27, 2009 at 3:53 AM UTC
Silently I lay my head
on your warm welcoming thigh
using it as a pillow
In your heart i confide
my deepest thoughts and feels
I tell you what scares me most
you smile
kiss me deeply
and say it'll be all right
The dawn light breaks through
the morning drops of dew
that accumulate outside my window
as consciousness breaks through
with lingering thoughts of you
Every morning its a litter easier
realizing im not with you
Dreams tease me while i sleep
brining you back to me
I cant seem to shake you off
you've driven yourself deep
My heart, and memories
they are what i have left
of a time of self discovery
Love blossoming within ourselves
Your a teacher, like me
and i hope one day
we will both see
that the way things happened
brought us both more happiness
then we will ever need
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
The remaining of your lifeless body
Were some vivid images printed on my eyelids
some distorted memory tapes deforming in my brain
That night was a nightmare
I never woke up from
Every morning i still pinch myself
I bite my thumb
hoping the night is never too firm
hoping the morning comes
It's Killing me how
I'm starting to forget your face
Your glasses resting over your peaceful gaze
Your smile and innocent laugh brining life grace
I miss you and my annoying chats
I miss us playing with stray cats
I wish we wore your 20th birthday's hats
I miss such a young pure soul
I miss you as a whole
And i don't forgive the world for taking you
I don't forgive myself for every second not filling my eyes with you
Before you flew into the void of blue
I wish i said my goodbyes
Before it was too late
Before i knew that that night
such angel dies
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
Uniluminated room,
Unsure of my surroundings,
Faint white light deliberatly creeping forth brining life to atmospheric tranquility as I begin to release the fear of my unknown and feel safe.
Growing conscious of hands slowly beginning to cradle my waist
I don't have to turn around to know it's you.
We stay like this for a moment just breathing until the silence is broken by very distant music.
"You came", you say, pulling me close.
Smirking to myself I reply with "You didn't think I would?", i can tell you sense the implication of a joke within my voice.
Quickly I find myself spinning around to face you as you twirl me ever so delicately.
"Hello Sweetie", I breathe.
Our movements while minimal, were perfectly timed with our slowly beating hearts.
Music creeped through the distance finally reaching and joining us as we swayed.
At first I couldn't recognize the song playing background noise to our little two-step.
Suddenly as a flash of a mempory, it dawned on me, the soundtrack was our life.
Through distance, through impossibility.
Breathtaking music which was perpetually repeating.
For once in my life, undoubtable clarity.
My eyelids fall closed while your fingers sweep delicately across my face.
Single tear rolls away and I too return my hand to rest upon your body.
Lifeforces entertained my soul wrapped within yours.
Stepping towards forever, eternally.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
The waiter grabs
another beer
brining it to
table 24.
They send him for
more
water.
He cusses as he walks
back
and forth
He brings
them
the water
the beer
is
gone.
They send him for
another.
I pour him one.
He brings it to the table.
But not before
asking me
if we plan
on getting ********* tonight.
I tell him:
"Yes. It's Amanda's
birthday.
Everyone is going out."
He brings the table another beer.
The fat man sitting there
laughs.
His laugh is
curdled with
an onset drunkenness.
I pour another beer
for a different waitress.
I am counting
the
clock.
She grabs the beer.
And smiles with
an honest
smile.
She is new.
Unaware of the
distain
we all
hold tightly.
I pour another beer.
I count the clock.
Until we can
get
*********
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Why did I do what I did?
Why do you do what you do?
Why do you keep on brining it up as if nothing's new?
I've tried to forget it, I've tried to move on.
But you just have to say that you've won.
I'm tired of your story and I'm tired of your ****
I can't do it anymore. So I quit.
The story's the same and it gotten quite boring.
Don't mind me, ignore my snoring
This isn't what it's supposed to be like, it's supposted to be fun.
But that's it no more, I am done.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
Notice she's kneeling to the cliffs of a river.
The cracks of her jaw give a quiver.
The sky collapses behind her.
Through these eyes tainted in blur,
I see the sand man is singing.
These delusions he's brining.
*Polystyrene flowers,
With sights that devour,
Of purple and gold,*
Beauty spoken yet untold.
Entwined through her thigh,
There's always a death to deny.
"Could you lead me to the stars?"
Cotton wool sown clouds,
Hovering above crowds,
Towering over his head.
His lungs fell dead.
*Leaving a voided space,
For a lit bomb to interlace,
With his soul.*
He's a self-awarded black hole.
"Second to the right,
And straight on till morning ends the night."
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
Sacred blood,
dripping from wooden cross.
Washing them away,
with ****** tears of her loss.
Dethroned king cry,
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Heavens silent it remain,
their son of God died in vain.
From holiness of her mother womb,
through this cold world to left alone in tomb.
Immaculate divine,
shall cast pearls before swine,
glory and pride will perish,
it shall bow in front of lord of mine.
On the right side of God, Eden's excrement,
it shall see morning star on their firmament.
Under thy wing, holy trinity destruction,
angels standing on the brink of extinction.
I thirst for waters of Ain,
I commend my spirit to the Satan domain.
As I break tablets of covenant over their calf of the gold,
I shall unleash infernal flames and turn world into cold.
Our scream goes through cosmo, Adonai can hear,
fallen angels shall return to the heavens and he will fear.
Marching through house of God,
bringing annihilation.
I open the seventh seal,
brining death over their creation.
Bringer of the light standing above the heavens,
trumpets blow for his coronation.
Wield with his banner over thy land,
for its uprising damnation.
Woman, behold your son.
By thy touch of the left hand of God,
he will succumb.
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing,
praying to their Elohim, not knowing for the real king.
by the times it end, world stop turning,
heavens reduced to ruin,
Sinain will be burning.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
October 9th, 2011
Next time you want to talk crap about her, bite your tongue and think- "What is this doing for me or her?" If you don't have anything nice to say, no matter how much you want to chime in or make a joke, simply don't. Calling names, gossiping and assumptions will only hinder how you see someone for who he or she truly is. Once words leave your mouth, they're gone. You can't scoop them up and hide them. Be the girl who is kind to everyone- a hard, but not impossible, feat. Kindness stretches miles and is remembered. Be considerate and pick your words carefully. Make people feel good about who they are. Brining the best out of them will bring the best out of you.
Love,
Megan
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
I am a storm.
I will rip you apart
Yet leave you wanting more.
I am a tornado
Brining you into my vortex
Spitting you out with a spinning head,
And tattered body.
I am a tsunami
Spilling past the shore line,
And leaving chaos in my wake.
I am a lingering soul
Wandering past you without seeing
Begging for a greater freedom.
I am a sly fox.
Slipping in and out of your fingers,
Ready to wander this world alone.
-ALC December 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
It feels slow like a rollercoaster watching the world moving by as it gets closer.
A sweet lemon trying to find its taste buds, handpicked with eords falling out the sky.
Each letter brining meaning to the shape of its style as we wonder and look up so many words coming alive.
Bringing every color we have seen ridding on a rainbow let’s watch the magic in the sky.
Snowflakes falling down shape changing as we smile, the sweet smell of lily’s growing in the war summer heat.
Butterflies and Bees spending they day collecting nectar, the lovely sound of the water running down the river.
Salmon trying to swim upstream to create that lovely gift called life.
Jidos Reality 12.8.12
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
I didn’t choose you for your color….
I didn’t choose you for your brain…
I didn’t choose you for your wealth…
I didn’t know…
I will meet you in such kind of path…
I will share my passion in this life
I will find myself with yours…
I don’t know…
What life is brining for us…
Where our feet are taking us…
How we will keep meeting…
What I know…
I’ve chosen a heart that talked with mine in a different language than others…
The blessings are in us and I am HAP (Hippo and Proud).
30-6-2017
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Darkness clouds the sky,
Bitter and tense,
Colors fade into grey and black,
Discoloring the world,
Bloating fast, in a minor way.
Hate conquering us humans,
Brining torture to ourselves,
As sadness kills the world.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC